Four Minus Three lyrics

"ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby""master ace!"

Listen closely, so your attention's undividedMany in the past have tried to do what i didJust the way i came off them, i'm a come offStronger and longer, even with the drum offAnd the blow that i deliver is a crisp oneGive that style back, jack, and try this oneIf you're gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swiftYou'd better say something i can get withSuckers i mold in my hand just like silly puddyYou tried to shank me, spanky, but my name's not mcgilnicuttyYes yes, let's test the watersSkinny dipping in a slaughterHope you wore your water proof hightop certifiedCause i taight you i got the murder rideAnd you don't have to buy a ticketYou can afford to to get aboard and watch me as i stick itIn the face of my foes because it goes to show that i flow like a bloody noseRaps are sweet just like a donut from dunkin'The action posse's at the door, and they won't let a punk inSo you'd better try the back doorBefore you get a cracked jawAnd i don't need a black had to be a villianThe posse is action and the label is cold chillin'The question is how hype will you get?When you heard this beat you was familiar withA jam you heard before, this is a summaryA voice surrounds you, but there's only one of meLyrics of dialect come from all anglesThe cordless mic in my hand still stranglesThey try rather well, but none are parallelThe words are spinning in your head like a caroselAnd out of all the brothers i spoke toNone of them broke through, they sound like a joke, tooTheir rhymes are very soft, just like terry clothThe kid's that standing on stage oughta hurry offCause that ain't hip-hop, you little drip-dropTrying to tip-toe but can't touch the tip-topCause you ain't tall enoughTry to brawl and scuff with a style you're calling toughIs about as tough as a flowerBeware of the posse raise to the third powerCause we ain't caring, don't mind tearing aCocaine-pushing, dapper dan wearingWalking around with a neck full of cablesMy dj laughs when you touch the turntablesWannabe hard rock when you roll 10 deepThey told you my name but you act like you've been sleepGet back, sit back and chill you no frill mc'sSlim see, but still i show skillWords can brutalize without no mercyEnemies wasting their last breath to curse meI ain't shaft with a hat and a cadillacMc's lash out, but should i battle back?Nah, i remain calm and collectedThe stage was empty the last time i checked itBut now there's movement there in the spotlightI can't make out who it is, nah, not quiteA flash of gold from a shiny medallionA stride of pride on stage like a stallionOh, another one of those who try to get close toBut can't cause a man's supposed toRip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, butWith this jam here, there won't be no next upSo peace to craig g, kane, g. rap, and marley marl>from the music man, y'all

"once you hear the capital a" "you should know""action is in eff-eff-ect-ect" (repeat 4x)